On the Dawn of a Title

It's all over Over the top I'm still drawing circles that barely match Thoughts caught in the freewill as if they could not meet I'm getting the bends on the dawn of a title Dial tone my frequency I pack the void that stands tonight Driving as slow as I can To where you can't hold on To my sweet relief Sending When will this fall apart Bring me No answer back I'm a witness To the crowning of an inner circle melody's drowning Once it's gone I see just the way things are Knowing that it shall return To where you can't hold on To my sweet relief Sending When will this fall apart Bring me No answer back